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"Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror.
"They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers.
"But they don't have the fragranc...
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"We asked for a regular room." Agastya said to the staff who led us to the room.
"This is your room, sir. Let me know if you need anything. Enjoy your stay." Saying so, he closed the door behind us.
The towel swans always made me laugh.
Full marks for creativity but what are we going to do with them?
I opened the window, the cool breeze of Guwahati softly blew over my face. I tied my hair in a bun keeping a few strands loose. I yawned as the exhaustion was taking over.
"You should sleep." Agastya said, wiping his face with one of the swan towels.
"So should you." I said picking up another swan and unfolding it.
"Let me inform Sid first. I'll tell him we'll be there by morning." I nodded. He stepped into the small balcony attached to the room and I retired to the washroom to freshen up.
When I walked out, Agastya was already sitting on the bed, scrolling something through his phone. There I saw a hamper kept on the side table.
"Is this for free?" I asked, picking up the champagne bottle from the basket.
"Yup, that's what we call complimentary."
I rolled my eyes.
"Do you wanna drink?" I grinned.
"You drink?" He sat straight on the bed.
"Not really! Never tried. But this one is free. And what's the worst thing that will happen?" Excitedly, I sat beside him.
"We would be drunk."
"That's not a bad thing. That's an obvious thing" I twitched my lips. "Come on, Agastya! Please?"
"You drink. I'll watch you. One of us has to stay sane."
"What? Are you a watchman? Or you hate fun?" He chuckled. "Stop being so alert and stubborn all the time. I don't need babysitting. I am not a child that you need to take care of. Nothing is going to happen."
"Two glasses each." He said, raising his hands in the air, giving up.
"Three." I argued.
"Woman! You have never drunk. Three glasses are more than enough to knock you out of your senses." He said sternly.
"Four." I shrugged.
"You know what? Let it be. I am going to sleep. You fight looking at yourself in the mirror." He almost pulled the duvet.
"Okay, okay! Fine! Two it is." I grabbed the duvet and threw it aside.
"Fine." He gave me a small smile.
I took out two flute glasses from the complimentary hamper. Meanwhile Agastya popped it open and poured it.
"Let us be friends, at least until this bottle ends." Clinking our glasses together, I said.
